It is truly depressing how busy the cemetery is on fathers day. I am sitting in the car waiting for my own father to show up with my cousin who around this time last year lost his father, my godfather. (Insert The Godfather voice here cause that’s what he would have done) as I sit here parked on the road next to where my sister, my godfather/uncle, and an uncle I never met are buried I can’t help but think about how lucky people are to have good fathers in their lives or even fathers at all. When my dad hurts me or makes me angry I can right away let him know. My cousins can’t. Sure they can speak to them and tell them anything and everything they want, but at the end of the one sided arguement there is no hug. I think people take that for granted. Happy fathers day to all the real fathers out there.
